Epilogue
Emma
He won. He won. I mean, I knew he would, but holy shit! Rafi was amazing. He came to my house after the fight, and my parents encouraged him to just stay over. I think mostly so my dad and Adam could stay up late and ask him a million questions.
If I thought he wasn't serious about marrying me, I was cured of that after watching Rafi win National Champions, then spending a night he should have been out celebrating and pouring champagne on strippers' tits instead spent hanging out with me and my family, drinking hot chocolate with baileys Irish cream and playing Monopoly.
We got married three days later. The ceremony was quick, our kiss chaste. He posted a picture of us to share with the world our nuptials.
I finally made myself open my email and go through my socials. It's a fickle beast. My sister was right, most people are now championing me for owning my sexual desires, calling me a female warrior, and tagging my name in their own conquests and ownership of their bodies. It's weird, but I'm getting used to it.
My followers on my blog have more than tripled since everything happened. I'm certain the numbers dipped initially, but I never brought myself to look.
I also made myself open the email from Vibes For All, prepared for the rejection, only to be shocked when I saw that their email, which was sent before Rafi posted his video, was reiterating their offer and hoping I would consider moving forward with them.
If all of this wasn't enough, Rafi bought the coffee shop. And my apartment. He asked if I wanted to own the coffee shop or turn it into a kitchen for us, expanding our living space. I almost told him I wanted to keep the coffee shop, but honestly, that was never a dream of mine. It was a fun side gig.
Instead, we turned Storybrook into our kitchen and dining room and remodeled the second floor as a large living room, expanding the bathroom to fit in a hot tub, making our bedroom larger, and adding two guest rooms.
We stayed at Rafi and Stetson's house while the remodel was being done, which would take several months. We weren't in any rush. Stetson was okay with it, too, although he was getting sick of walking in on us having sex in the living room, and I don't blame him. Rafi and I require a warning label. We really did need to be alone.
I kept writing, and for the first time since I met him, Rafi got to relax a bit. He kept up a moderate training schedule but nothing as rigorous as when he was preparing for a fight. He helped Stetson prepare for his next round of fights since it was his turn in the ring, and that kept him happy and busy.
Life was sweet. We were happy and in love. Nothing was simple or easy. We had to contend with the public, even after everything. But we would be okay because we had each other.
Thank you so much for reading!